Lovers of patchouli and rose

In the secret garden where souls whisper,
Where the wind caresses the echo of ancient dramas,
Meet in a sweet and tender ballet
The pure essences of rose and patchouli.

The Rose of Damascus , queen of voluptuousness,
Carries in its heart the story of an eternity,
Where love intertwines with divine beauty,
In a fragrant breath that illuminates the soul.
Its hydrosols, like Adonis' tears,
Awaken in hearts a fire that never dries up,
Offering to Aphrodite, elixir of immortality,
They whisper secrets of purity in your ear.

Patchouli , spirit of the ancient earth,
From the depths emanates a force that binds.
Its essence, in the fertility rites invoked,
Is a beacon in the night, freedom proclaimed.
Mystical hydrosol, potion of freedom,
It dances in the air, a symbol of ethereal counterculture,
United in a scent of rebellion and unity,
Patchouli and its disciples defy eternity.

Together, these lovers of deep nature,
Weave a veil of harmony that envelops the world.
Their hydrosols, like a kiss between heaven and earth,
Awaken minds, erase boundaries.

Rose and patchouli, in a perfect harmony,
Celebrate life, in their intertwined arms.
Their wake is a path paved with mysteries,
A journey where love, spirituality and the earth
Meet, unite in an eternal dance,
Under the benevolent gaze of the eternal moon.

So, lovers of patchouli and rose,
In their divine hydrosols, offer a prose
Who speaks of union, passion and renewal,
A hymn to life, which overcomes all evils.

In every drop, a universe of sensations,
A call to endlessly celebrate creations
From nature, mother of all beauty,
Who, in the hearts of men, knows how to sing eternally.